I Have Tried To Write Paradise Do

Your Mind And You Are Our Sargasso Sea.

All My Life I Believed I Knew Something. But Then One Strange Day Came When I Realized That I Knew Nothing, Yes, I Knew Nothing. And So Words Became Void Of Meaning. I Have Arrived Too Late At Ultimate Uncertainty.

The Art Of Letters Will Come To An End Before A.d. 2000. I Shall Survive As A Curiosity.

If A Patron Buys From An Artist Who Needs Money (needs Money To Buy Tools, Time, Food), The Patron Then Makes Himself Equal To The Artist; He Is Building Art Into The World; He Creates.

Presentation, Not Reference.